Lover's Lane Video (MV)

Keep the doors locked tight
In the middle of the night
With her broken snapped spine
And her heart stabbed by a knife
Do you feel that cold
Has this story gotten old
Has your answer sold
Why's your dick on a dead girls phone
As her body rots, and she starts to decay
Leaving only bones as the proof of remains
With no gunshot wound and no dried up blood stains
Only a faint bruise from your brutal chains
Do you feel that cold
Has this story gotten old
Has your answer sold
Why's your dick on a dead girls phone
Dumping a body on lovers lane
She didn't know she'd be defamed
You're invited to her last birthday
The invitation is a search party
He was a bitch, he was to blame
She laughed at his dick, he shot out her brains
I thought a hookup was where people came
His backseat was acted as a body bag
A body bag
On lovers lane
He was to blame
On lovers lane